One of the drawbacks of being from a family that was devastated by WWII, is that memories are inevitably scattered, as is the lineage and history of the family. The last few decades were spent by my more immediate kin, adapting to a new cultural environment here in North America after immigrating here to flee the ravages of the War, and coming to grips with painful losses has been consuming for the elderly generations. Nevertheless, we are from affluent, successful people— most notably the Halasz Family, on my Grandfather’s side— who count the Saxe-Coburg-Gotha among their relations.
I can honestly tell you that this refined heredity was not an asset for my family as they attempted to start anew in North American Society. People were eager to tear down what they could not share, and working harsh labor jobs was the result for my very refined, ravishingly handsome, and sensitive Grandfather, who died prematurely of grief, so they say. He never fully recovered after spending several months as a P.O.W., and returned a broken man to my Grandmother, who was then made newly pregnant with their second child— my mother, Therese Halasz.
Pictured here once more are my Great-Grandparents on my Grandfather’s side. This was, of course, their wedding portrait. I bear a strong family resemblance to my Great-Grandfather— sharing his bone structure and hairline. (My beloved Grandmother, who resides still in an elderly care facility in Montreal, but whom I am eager to provide for, knows all of their names, etc… and she made a copy of this one for me to show on my blog.)
My Grandmother came from a very good family, the Kiss Family, and they are a very, very old Hungarian family. So much folk wisdom from the ancient Carpathians was handed down to me, and I am blessed for it. You can see how lovely her childhood home was in this photo, taken three years before the Nazis invaded. You can see her brother, Dodi, in the background— whom she told me was showering her affectionately with snowballs during the session, hence the amused expressions they both wear. I learned everything I know about child-rearing and house-keeping from her. Always affectionate and protective, she was my greatest ally as a child. I’ll never forget dusting her fine bone china figurines, and frolicking, making mud-pies in the little flower-garden she always planted for me in front of our apartment windows.
Here is a school photo of me taken at the age of 7, at St.Monica’s Catholic Elementary school in Montreal, where I was often on the Honor Roll for excellent grades and behavior in spite of pervasive mistreatment by the other students. We ordinarily followed a dress code, so I am not sure the reason for the mauve turtleneck on this occasion. I was always more interested in the Arts, and Literature than getting onto trouble. My sensitive constitution made any other approach next to impossible. I enjoyed solitary or non-competitive sports, and attended summer camp each year, summering frequently in the U.S.A.
The reason I wrote this free and, at times, controversial web log on the subject of education reform for over 6 years, was that people were not quite, shall we say, “ready” to accept my soberer ideas. I had to wrap them in nonsense rhyme, ridiculous controversy, half of which was baked only long enough to consider immediate effect on the fly with no budget, three wits and a few high-profile “friends” to lead me astray as the need be.
So when I see things like *this* being done by jocks I’ve never met, who write books about “being in skin”, and talking about “touching other people’s children”— I am *alarmed*. I realize they are other dark-skinned people, but I am not seeing the focus on the big picture here, people. And I am not being paid to clue you all in! SORRY!!! A group of very disturbed people are stalking me and plagiarizing my work, and turning to them for solutions may not be a really amazing idea, people! Sorry!!! :/ I thought that was common sense. 
[Of course this has nothing to do with athletics! This is about PLAGIARISM!!! In grade school, I used to let the jocks copy from my work all the time out of pity— but this is about making IMPORTANT DECISIONS! It's time we acknowledged that some of the most diabolical of the sexual harassment seems to originate from the "jock" community! Especially towards males of smaller stature!]
I did some creative work with Adobe Photoshop on some of these.
As a general rule, I avoid people, whom, if I followed their “advise”, I would end up dead in the gutter. I think that’s only logical.
Some of us who have never been thrust into this situation, or forced to live in a battle-zone for most of their adult lives have no clue what my family is going through, and appear to take great delight in trying their damnest, but failing miserably, to add further stress to our plate for some fleeting sense of glory. I am even being criticized for buying hats and scarves and coats for my family when all of our belongings are in storage, and it is autumn going on winter. These same morons are trying to sabotage our renting a nice house, because they are jealous, grabby peasants. It’s THEIR FAULT we are in this situation. Don’t listen to them! They don’t even have the courtesy to thank me for all the work I did when their own families are benefiting from my work!
There will always be petty, lying, jealous people. They do not benefit from trying to steal my position— they merely make themselves out to be the nasty, jealous liars that they are, and at their very own expense. My kids and I get SICK living in cramped, moldy houses, you cold-hearted , petty slanderers! WHY ARE YOU EVEN ALLOWED TO RENT SUCH PLACES?!! Ever tried to do upkeep when you are suffering from CHRONIC ILLNESS?!! And even so, look at all the work I did— WHEN I WAS NOT EVEN ABLE TO WALK, I MIGHT ADD!!! Lousy, stupid ingrates.
F.Y.I., I’ll be seeing a lawyer about slander charges soon enough, with or without any continued effort on the part of the proletariat to uproot my family. Everyone who is not totally nuts with selfishness and/or greed is just fine with us, and our dog, and any person who complains is NOTHING BUT JEALOUS, and is on the verge of being evicted for harassing our new landlord and our family. There are no scratch marks here from Stormy. She was TRAINED months and months ago. The only reason that happened to begin with, was because of my work schedule! I sacrificed SO MUCH to share with my readers. My dog was a PUPPY when she scratched at the doors. Other dog-owners trying to paint me as negligent?!! Such hypocrisy. And who benefited from *my* writing?!! WAS I PAID?!!! I have no reason to lie about it, and our new landlord is our witness to how clean the suite is kept in spite of it all, how polite and pleasant we are, how generous and reasonable we are, and how **disrespectful** of his time our critics have been. The unfortunate truth is that I am too clean and tidy, and too generous, I am an excellent renter, and friend to anyone decent. I just do not cope well with liars and harassers!!! ANYBODY who does not themselves behave badly, is bound to feel unwelcome to unwarranted scrutiny and persistent verbal abuse, lies and yelling. I am guilty of being nothing but fed-up.
So if you have something negative to say about us, you had better think twice about it, because people are going to repeat it to us, and we WILL take legal action if that is our only recourse to living in a good accommodation. I’ll sell all my furniture and BUY a house if I have to. NOBODY IS GOING TO PUSH MY FAMILY INTO A FILTHY CRACK-DEN!!!!! THAT WOULD BE MURDER.
We went out to see a few more houses today, and our prospects have improved significantly. Here is a photo of me in our car, and some of the interiors we viewed. All we want is a hygienic place to live, and a polite, reasonable landlord. However, it would be pleasant to have beautiful surroundings and a garden to use.
Aaron and I have been looking for a place full time for the last 3 weeks. We’ve seen over 50 rentals, and all of the ones that have been available to us were literally crack dens. I am not using the term “crack den” as a metaphor. You’d have to be on something strong to stay happy in those places we saw. We’re talking mold growing from the inside of walls, rusty, clogged pipes, squares cut out ow window screens for use in crack pipes, florescent yellow and poo-colored paint-jobs that look like they were done by [talentless] crack addicts in the middle of a jones, leaky roofs, graffiti-laden basements, dangerous neighborhoods filled with street walkers and pimps, bars and penitentiaries, neighbors with oil-stained sofas on their front porches, kitchen cupboards coated with caked-on, petrified mystery goop that you couldn’t sand blast out of there, wafting foul odors, bathroom tubs and sinks clogged with rusty water, overgrown, dried up gardens, turf laid over compacted clay soil, filthy alleyways, flooring warped from grow-ops, scary basements with creaky, rotten stairs that had no banisters, wall-to-wall carpeting that was once laid out in a downtown alley way to keep the pavement clean. These are the people who are getting mortgages. The rent bracket I am looking in is between ($900.00 and $1200.00). They never have to answer for their crimes, because “renters” here in Canada don’t get lawyers. Every crime they commit falls under the “civil” code, so they can evade even criminal behaviors provided that they walk a certain line.
If I seem emotionless it’s because I am in this situation as a direct result of my last 3 landlords having completely shirked all of their responsibilities, and I am used to this. I am too tired to be upset about it. We’re all scared, but that’s life for us since we had our first kid. Before that, everybody left me alone. My rent has always been paid in a very orderly, punctual fashion, as have my utilities, I’ve always done extra work that was not my legal responsibility. I have to live with the fact that I am not wanted, appreciated or cared for by society, by my family, or my government. I get no reference because the last one sued me for her own negligence and the consequences of the harassing conduct of her brother. I have to live with the fact that because this woman was ruder than me, louder and lower than me, I am punished. I am punished because I was too sick to cope with the stress, and too generous with my time, energy and resources. I have to live with the fact that the lawyers waited until I had no money to pay them before the judges went in for the kill— after being stressed out and humiliated, abused and overextended, and strung along for over a year in my attempts to appeal a very corrupt ruling filled with falsehoods, lies and utter disregard.
All so Disney and their investors, and the brave men and women who like little kids, can get away with stealing my intellectual property. Some “family” company, eh?
